REDISCOVERING THE POWER OF THE PRESENT MOMENT

Sometimes I get bored in late afternoon when I am all caught up.
Today I got up at 4:00,
read the Word,
recorded thoughts in my journal,
wrote some lines in a new book,
met with guys for breakfast,
attended Rachel’s Challenge staff meeting,
picked up supplies,
had some lunch,
caught up on emails,
collected the trash,
Now, it’s about 4:00 and I am bored and a little tired.
A trip to the refrigerator in my large body only feed my guilt.
That’s a dead end.
Read out of several books on my Kindle, but nothing was interesting.
TV is incredibly shallow.
Used to like catching up on politics. Not anymore. The election cured me of all interest and hope. Haven’t watched any news or pundits since the election two months ago. The freedom from turning off fool’s voices is refreshing – like leaving a polluted cesspool and drinking from a clear mountain stream. It is too hard to watch our beautiful nation sleep walking to suicide, and half the county thinking we are on the right path that leads over some “fiscal cliff.” Reason is dead, insanity reigns. Oh well, Guess we will all congregate at the bottom in the asylum.
Got some food and water stored up for the crisis. That’s about it.
I’m waiting for the “government on His shoulders” anyway.
Thankfully, the powers that be will soon be the powers that have been.
So here I sit at 4:00 pm, the boring hour.
Thought about Pascal’s analysis, “I have discovered that all the unhappiness of men arises from one single fact that they cannot stay quietly in their own chamber.” He sure was right about that! It’s hard to sit alone in quiet. You feel like you are not accomplishing anything without an idea of what to accomplish to feel useful. Bummer.
(I know all you incredibly busy people out there who don’t have enough time to do everything are envious of me and think I should get up and change the world, but no one seems to be listening.)

So I came to Father.
I know he has time to listen.
Told Him I was bored. Told him if anything happened, it was up to him. Otherwise, I would remain a useless bump on a log.
I heard, “Return to the only place of power, the present moment.”
That’s it! This present moment is all I have and it has all the happiness and muscle I need to live.
I looked out my window at a tall tree.
I looked up at the top branch.
How many years did it take that branch to appear? Seed, roots, sprout, trunk, branches, and more growth until years later that top branch appeared.
It came from the growth of many others.
I looked around my office. Everything came from other’s efforts – creative thought, designer, suppliers, builders, inventors all contributed to my chair, desk, light, books, journal, pen, and computer.
Melody sent me a new coffee mug for Christmas. Great new design. You punch down on the top to open the spout. It’s spring loaded. Wow. It keeps my coffee warm longer than any I have had.
Who thought of that?
Who designed it so it would work?
Who explored for, drilled for, refined, and made the oil to mold into plastic so I could drink from a beautiful blue mug?
Thanks everyone.
I am grateful.
And now I am not bored anymore, because Father inspired me to write this piece for you.